[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Soon, the regional knockout rounds began.

Seirin's first match in Area A was Shinkyo Gakuen. According to the usual record, this team has nothing to stand out from.

"But...they have a black student from Senegal this year named Papa, who has terrible personal abilities and is more than two meters tall."

At this time, Seirin's students all looked at Song Yiran in unison.

"Could it be that...the current international students are all so strong?"

"Could it be another monster like Ah Ran..."

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Aida Reiko raised the corners of her mouth, and Song Yiran saw some black lines.

"Blacks have an innate racial advantage in basketball, whether it is nerve reflexes or muscle strength, but... it is more reflected in physical fitness."

"With a height of more than two meters, there is bound to be a lack of flexibility. We are not hopeless!"

There was one thing that Reiko Aida didn't say much.

——If it is true that all international students have talents as monstrous as Aran...then there is no need for Japanese basketball to exist!

—— There are always very few geniuses standing at the top of the pyramid.

After making a series of countermeasures against Papa, Seirin and everyone continued to cooperate in training.

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A few days later, the competition officially begins!

Seirin came to the competition venue early. Although it was only the first match of the regional knockout round, there were already many spectators, some of whom were wearing uniforms from other schools, obviously to evaluate Seirin's strength.

"Alas? Has our school attracted so much attention?" Xiao Jinjing looked at the people in the auditorium in a daze.

Generally speaking, the first few games did not have any exciting scenes of powerful collisions, so the chances of other schools coming to watch are not high, but...

"In the practice match with Haichang, the ace duel between Aran and Kise and the zone opened at the end are enough to attract the attention of others... The video has been popular on Twitter for a long time, although it was later withdrawn, but It’s been circulating.”

Aida Reiko also looked at the auditorium, her expression was very flat.

——As early as when Song Yiran first joined Cheng Rin, she already had a premonition that Cheng Rin would be noticed by all parties too early.

"—No matter what, we must win this first match!"

"Yes! Coach!" Seirin shouted in unison.

"Coach, I'm going to warm up first."

Song Yiran took off his jacket, revealing a white and black basketball uniform. He gently rubbed his wrists. After several weeks of intensive training, his muscles became smoother and more beautiful.

He walked towards the exit, but saw a black man walking in slowly, bumping into the top of the door frame.

"The door frames of the Japanese are really short!" He touched his short hair with a slightly contemptuous expression.

When he looked up, he saw Song Yiran walking towards him.

Papa has seen many Japanese, and these East Asian faces are almost the same in the eyes of black people, so ordinary that he feels dull.

——However, Song Yiran's appearance seemed to make him see... the most colorful stroke in the so-called oriental beauty.

Maybe it was because the appearance was too mean, Papa felt a little contemptuous in his heart, "Hey, how are you!"

——Is this trying to give me a blow?

Song Yiran raised his eyebrows, "Hello, Papa."

Song Yiran's oral English is very good, and he can communicate with him in English naturally.

"Tsk tsk, Japanese basketball is indeed very weak." The black man slowly walked up to Song Yiran, who was almost a head taller than Song Yiran, gestured at the difference in height between the two, and laughed, "They are all dwarfs... ...You are the guy who defeated Kise Ryota head-on? Kise Ryota is nothing more than that! Hehe, it's so interesting. It's not shameful to be called a "generation of miracles" just to stand out in Japan, a tiny place Is it?"

Papa stretched out his hand slightly, as if wanting to pat Song Yiran's head provocatively, his wrist was immediately caught by Song Yiran, unable to move!

Papa became a little annoyed, "You bastard...!"

"I'm Chinese, and I'm an international student just like you." The black-haired boy said calmly.

"—Your tone makes me, very uncomfortable."

"Tsk, so what? You are all yellow-skinned monkeys!" Papa wanted to shake off Song Yiran's shackles, but found that there was no way to escape.

"Yellow monkey?"

Song Yiran repeated it, and suddenly smiled lightly.

His brows and eyes were originally beautiful, but this smile carried a kind of demonic publicity.

"I wanted to preserve my strength, but... I changed my mind!"

When he exerted a little force, Papa was thrown away.

"—In this game, don't even think about getting a single point!"

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After warming up, Song Yiran returned to the field.

The game officially begins!

Seirin was in charge of the jump ball by Kagami, however, Papa's height advantage was more obvious, his arms were long and long, and he easily grabbed the ball.

After Papa got the ball, he immediately dribbled towards Seirin half-court.

As expected, Song Yiran stood in front of him.

"Cut... Do you want one-on-one right from the start?"

Papa grinned her thick lips and smiled excitedly.

——In his heart, he has a strong disdain for East Asian basketball, and after coming to the New Association, he also experienced the pleasure of hanging.

Papa stretched out his long arms, wanting to suppress Song Yiran with the wide offensive area brought by his physical advantage!

"Papa... Do you think being tall really has an advantage?"

Song Yiran asked back, Papa snorted, and immediately passed him.

——Is this the level?

Seeing Papa rush to the basket quickly, he saw a black shadow suddenly blocking him!

After breaking Papa's dribble very easily, the black-haired boy slightly bent his lips.

"Your speed... is too slow!"

With a long throw, the ball came into the hands of Vulcan. Except for this imported black foreign student, everyone else in Xinxie Academy was barely third-rate. They couldn't stop Vulcan's collision at all.

"Wait, how is that possible?" Papa asked incredulously, "I just passed you easily..."

Song Yiran turned his head slightly, his black eyes seemed to be filled with pity.

"Oh, you said that."

A smile curved his lips.

"—Don't you think...it's a great thing to watch you work hard every time you get to the basket, and it will always be in vain in the end?"

At that moment, Papa felt a very piercing chill.

A hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Come on, Papa."

Obviously shorter than him by nearly a head, when Song Yiran passed by him, Papa was suppressed by the breath around him and couldn't move.

"—Don't... collapse."

The next period of time was like a nightmare for Papa.

Whether it was a three-pointer or a dunk, Song Yiran was like a cat playing with a mouse, and when he thought he could score a goal, he intercepted it easily.

The audience outside the stadium looked a little puzzled.

"What the hell, that black man is completely suppressed..."

"He said he was going to challenge the generation of miracles...even Seirin can't beat him!"

"I thought how strong this black international student is, I'm really disappointed..."

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Hearing the boos from the sidelines, Papa's expression was obviously more impetuous. He had no advantage at all against a player like Song Yiran who was quick and fast, and there was a taste of deliberate fouling when his body collided.

The ball was easily intercepted by Song Yiran again, Papa couldn't hold back, and wanted to hit hard under the blind spot of the referee's sight!

"You want this ball so much? Here it is for you!"

Song Yiran felt Papa's malice, and suddenly threw the ball at Papa. At the same time, his footwork flickered slightly, leaving Papa's attack range like a golden cicada shedding its shell!

Papa was startled when he saw the oncoming ball, and then stopped suddenly to overcome his inertia, and was about to reach out to touch the ball...

——The slender fingers suddenly slapped the ball to one side!

That position is precisely Tetsuya Kuroko who is hidden unnoticed!

"Azhe!!"

Heizi took the ball and shot a three-pointer that was obviously impossible to score.

"...Haha, how could this kind of ball be possible..."

Papa stood still and laughed, while Song Yiran, who was in front of him, suddenly flew to the back of the field!

He was at the three-point line, he jumped with his right foot, and his figure flew towards the back of Xinxie Academy as if he spread his wings!

"Who said it's going to be a three-pointer, idiot...that's—"

As expected, Heizi's shot bounced off the edge of the basket, but Song Yiran's right hand held it firmly!

"That is……"

"—Alley-oop!!"

"Snapped--"

The snow-white net bag waves are surging!

Song Yiran landed lightly on the ground, and he looked at Papa who was on the verge of collapse with a slight smile.

——How is it, Papa... have you experienced... the real fear?

The alley relay plan was tailor-made for Heizi Tetsuya, Vulcan Taiga and Song Yiran.

——Heizi's low presence, Huoshen and Song Yiran's extraordinary jumping ability, made this terrifying attack produce very good results!

——Compared to other two-point goals, the alley-oop's aura is huge, and it has completely dealt a huge blow to a third-rate team like Xinxie. In this game...their aura has plummeted!

Song Yiran turned his head slightly and looked at the score.

——Seirin vs. Xinxie, 45:0.

——Xinxie, enter the breaking point!

"Although it's meaningless, the game still has to continue..." Song Yiran moved his wrist, smiled and looked at the poor black man who was already in a daze.

"It's just right, let me practice for the three-pointer..."

Papa understands that this nightmare... is far from over!

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The opponent of the next game, the Zhengbang team, was watching the game. The captain of Zhengbang folded his arms and looked at the score on the field with a serious face.

——Seirin vs Shinkye, 72:0!

"Huh... Miscalculation, I originally expected that even if this Song Yiran barely had the strength of the 'Generation of Miracles', the scene would not be overwhelming..."

But... now it seems that it is more than one-sided, it is... completely impossible to attack!

——From the very beginning, it has entered garbage time!

"That black man...is he so weak?" The dark boy with a shaved head frowned.

——He is Tsugawa Tomoki, who used to be Kise Ryota's troublesome opponent, and possesses a natural defensive ability.

"Weak...? Heh, that guy's physical fitness is placed there!" the captain said coldly.

--this is very simple.

——If... it's not that Papa is too weak, then Song Yiran is too strong, completely suppressing Papa, preventing Papa from displaying his original strength!

"I didn't expect... Seirin's strength has reached this point..."

At the same time, he also paid attention to No. [-]'s Vulcan and Heizi, who was elusive, and kept it in his heart.

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On the field, this is Song Yiran's No. 12 three-pointer!

The high shot point makes every three-pointer difficult to be interfered by the opponent!

——He swung his wrist slightly, and easily strangled one three-pointer after another!

The completely accurate hollow goal has already made Seirin's own team stunned.

Only Aida Reiko and Hei Zizhe knew about the previous three-point practice. Others only saw Song Yiran's monstrous lateral breakthrough. In the last game, Song Yiran had never made a three-pointer. Naturally, everyone in Seirin thought He's not good at it.

——And now... They have completely overturned their views!

"You bastard...you hide deep enough, Aran!"

Hinata Junpei slapped Song Yiran on the back of the head suddenly, and the black-haired boy scratched his head helplessly.

"Actually, I just practiced it on the weekend."

Everyone in Seirin: ...Who would believe it?

Hinata Junpei said speechlessly: "Just... I'll let you be the three-point shooter."

Song Yiran smiled slightly, did not answer, and looked at the scoreboard on the sidelines calmly.

——Seirin vs Shinkye, 102:0!

At the end of the whistle, Seirin wins!